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with the help of my martian i made it to california in three days. right when i was supposed to leave michigan i thought i had a heart attack. went to the hospital, it was anxiety. i left the next day. drove through a fucked up blizzard from new boston, michigan to oklahoma city, oklahoma. snoozed at holiday inn. drove from oklahoma city to flagstaff, arizona. put my middle fingers up to the world's biggest cross on the side of the freeway somewhere in texas or new mexico. snoozed at another holiday inn and got the military discount from brandon (we have reason to believe he is a werewolf). drove from flagstaff to the grand canyon and that place was so beautiful i thought my eyes were playing tricks on me. we threw snowballs off the cliffs and took joe dirt pictures and made our way to carpinteria, california. when amanda had to fly home the other day i felt like one of my limbs was being ripped off my body but i feel okay now. every time i look at the dream catcher i got from the grand canyon i think of amanda martin and i do not understand how i got so lucky. i miss my mom so much i think i might die sometimes. but i never die i just keep living and looking at travis and wondering why or how he even loves me. lucky lucky lucky. now if only i could find a way to get my mom, martian, johnny, and sarah here...

SO close to being in a car with two of my best friends driving to Santa Barbara, California, the place I'll call home in just a matter of weeks.

Can't.
Wait.

Left and Leaving

Life moves way too fast. I'm moving to California in one month. I'm transferring to the Whole Foods in Santa Barbara, and figuring out what it is about that place and that Travis that I am so drawn to.

Last night I got to watch my favorite band in the entire universe play to maybe 20 people who actually were there to see them, and it was heavenly. Also after 7 years, I finally conversated with Kris Roe, for an entire five seconds.

"play Make it Last"

"They don't know that one."

Best five seconds of my life.

Wish List.

A BITCH CAN DREAM.

1. milo bobblehead






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2. sailor jerry dvd



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3. where the wild things are deckz



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4. jeffrey mcdaniel's books. all of them.

Poemz.

Jeffrey Mcdaniel is a wizard.

1975


A boy asks his father to spiral a football over a tree
to arch it, so the ball will arrive an instant before the child.

The child dives. tendons extended, heart bucking
hands opening, to clutch what descends from the sky.

Your mother left today for the institution. If the ball
hits ground, she dies.

That December afternoon the boy's mother passed away,
thirty-three times in the first hour.

Each time he grabbed her head from the snow and
ran it back to his father, promised to do better
and he did, he ran hard, focused, dove.

I caught my mother's skull thirteen times in a row
and she's still not coming home.


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YOUR EYES ARE SO GREEN ONE OF YOUR PARENTS MUST BE PART TRAFFIC LIGHT


-ABSENCE


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The milk will be good until October 7th. That guy nursing the hangover will be good starting tomorrow. The little boy will be good from now until Christmas and then he will be bad again. The little girl, lifting the dollhouse over her head and hurling it to the ground, will not be good no matter what. Charlie says it’s all good as he lights a joint the size of a telescope and charts his inner constellations. Sally was doing good until her period started and her legs began feeling like giant blood sausages. Lynda can’t go to college in this country: her grades are good, but her paperwork is bad. She entered America the bad way—you must somersault across Ellis Island, not pirouette across La Fronterra. Lucifer’s Dollhouse would be a good name for a strip club, but a bad name for a nunnery. Once I saw a priest jab a crucifix into his arm and his head tilt back, as God’s delicious morphine swirled through his veins. Nothing ruins a good time quicker than staring at someone whose eyeballs are like hourglasses filled with rat poison. The opposite of good night is good riddance. The opposite of good-bye is fuck off. Those boys said that girl had good tits, meaning her breasts were very mature and she could go away for the weekend and leave them in charge of her body. Man, that girl looks so good, I want to grab the mosquito, that just bit her, out of the air and swallow it, like a vitamin filled with her blood. The young man asks the woman if he is a good fuck. Yes, you are a good, little fuck, she says.